| Where are you going my brown eyed son?
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| You used to crawl but now you run
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| You started off on a road half dark
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| And the river curled into a question mark
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| Will you sleep on diamond beaches, dear?
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| And drink from prism streams so clear?
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| You don’t to be rich to get around
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| There are mansions growing out of the ground
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| Days go by
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| Get out and see the world
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| Days go by
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| Get out and see the world with your own eyes
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| Now the journey took you far from home
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| And pushed you out of your comfort zone
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| There are kids out there with war paint on
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| And hearts break like crayons
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| Befor you left, the world was small
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| Now the hills ar bleeding like waterfalls
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| There are a lot of bad things that are buried shallow
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| And cries for help with no echoes
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| Days go by
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| Get out and see the world
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| Days go by
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| Get out and see the world with your own eyes
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| It’s hard to see what you’re going through
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| Just knowing can beat up on you
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| You’ll spend some time in the waiting place
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| And the purest things may leave no trace
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| Go up the mountain top and shine
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| I’ll reflect it on my long decline
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| I’ve gathered sunsets in my prime
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| Now I’m planting trees I’ll never climb
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| Days go by
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| Get out and see the world
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| Days go by
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| Get out and see the world with your own eyes
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| Your own eyes
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| Your own eyes
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| Your own eyes |